#it’s been a Time

[acespaceacepilot]

[i-choose-him-on-purpose]

I keep opening up this app and starting a new post to really capture what my feelings and thoughts are on RWRB and I literally just can’t?? Like they’re all a big meshed up ball in my head and my heart and I wanna go crazy about not only my thoughts but an analysis of the film as a beautiful work of cinema but tbh im just left standing their ready to burst at the seams but just end up looking like Alex after Henry up and dismisses him.

Just straight up:

[omo-bratty-backup]

Melodramatic Bullshit Below The Cut

“The gruesome ways in which I’m damaged”

A fair descriptor for the lot of us of things we’ve gone through and survived and, how we are now for better or worse. I stand at the intersection of a battle between my own selves. Fractured. Upset. Tired. Done. There are truths I’ve been avoiding speaking and my own body is starting to choke on it all. Fighting it off like I fight my own thoughts. Coughing fits blossom a raw throat as my lungs fill with denial. Instead of cleaving and spearing my dark and light into two- somehow I feel them coming together for some sort of Armageddon that I’m not nearly ready for.

I havent slept well for ages. A reckoning beckons. Arousing everything in me. I am a storm ready to unleash. An ovulating angel with a likely ear infection -cough & sore throat, who was surrounded for 3 days by a triggering reminder of past trauma, off her meds, and who has had very little rest and even less of an appetite. I am worse for wear. And all I want is to tear the world down.

[alcego]

Vestigial.

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: All For The Game

Chapter: 1/14

Word Count: ~4.2k

Ship: Andreil

Summary:

Multiple sources confirm Andrew Minyard is the most frustrating drummer alive. He holds the band together, except for when he doesn’t, which is most of the time. He’s on court-mandated drugs for assaulting five men, scheduled to come off of them a month before their ill-fated tour—after all, the odds of Kevin and Wymack recruiting a new guitarist who can handle their brutal set list are slim to none. There is no reason for Neil Josten to be anything more than a quick fling, a way to pass the time until Andrew’s mind is once again his own.

Then Neil goes viral. Against Andrew's sage advice, the Foxes sign him. Now, Andrew is trapped with a puzzle of a man whose secrets promise tragedy and no way out.

Neil was supposed to be a side effect of the drugs. Andrew has never been more sober.

✨Read it here!✨

[shellyseashell]

love going onto the willow ao3 page and seeing sooo many fics i remember watching episode and three and then checking ao3 and there were maaaaaybe ten. i thought i could read them all. so glad i can’t anymore.

[lovecoredeity]

should I attempt posting the more suggestive artwork today or,,, ???

[awgeezitsthetoiletnator]

me last week: i’m gonna get really sad and analytical on here about the trackerbees breakup

me last week: *got really sad and analytical about my own breakup*

[unexpectedyarns]

This Week in Review

I had a 22 hour day yesterday. After I got up at 5:30 central and picked up a load an hour away, I had to take it to a Publix warehouse near Birmingham. The delivery info said “by 5 PM.” I got there at 1. No. The appointment was AT 5 pm. I left there at 8 at night.

Meanwhile god forbid they pay a driver to just come back to the yard from 4.75 hours away. So I had to drive to Decatur AL and pick up a load from GE, and take it to the yard. I got in at 3AM. I got finished doing the truck-winding-down stuff at 4AM.

All while having a horrendous headache, body aches from the stormy weather, and a kidney stone poking me.

We had to be back in knoxville by 8:20 for a Dr appt for Wolf, so we had a 2-hour nap and drove home.

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Meanwhile he had almost the same kind of day. He got up at 4 central. Got to the yard before noon but they are selling his truck. So he had to change out trucks, mattresses and all, by himself. It took him until 10 at night.

He was going to take a nap in case I’d run out of time at the GA line, he could drive up to meet me, sign in to my truck and drive it to the yard. Then he got to talking to a friend and mentioned I was in that much pain plus driving in a storm on curvy unfamiliar roads at 65mph in the dark. The friend told him to call me back and stay on the phone with me. So he did. 💜

Yeah I had a panic attack trying to park the truck at Publix too. Not enough forward room and 30 other drivers watching me.

I can tattoo with observers. But fucking get a 75-ft long bent truck that the back end goes the opposite way you turn the wheel, into a hole with a foot leeway on either side and other trucks there, with 6 feet too little forward room and an audience, while in pain? Recipe for looking like an idiot.

After his appointment this morning, we came home and went to bed until a job interview at 1. I think the interview went well. Not trucking but related, and here at home, and home every day. 🤞🏼

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Got my debit card phished this week too. I’m really careful about shit like that but this one looked exactly like it was from the Post Office.

Good thing I’d just transferred $200 to a remote account. At least I had access to that $ on the road.

Anyhoo, Yeah, fuck this week in particular. Adios. Good riddance. Hwyl.

[bcdaily]

How is October nearly over already?

[paranormeow7]

sometimes I wish I could curl up in a ball and fall asleep and never wake up and turn into a rock in a forest and moss would grow on it and animals would sunbathe on it

[makialene]

My poor friends having to deal with me being awful at technology-

[fiadorable]

I have the house to myself for a few hours and I can now breathe for the first time in forever.

The incessant background noise of living with other people is gone and now I get to choose how to fill up the house with sound, even if that’s just the hum of the fan and whoosh of my breath.

I get to take up space instead of being the filling surrounding everyone else’s space. There is room to let the feelings out of my head.

[placetneplacet]

So I haven’t delved into the War today, mostly because I wasn’t feeling up to it.

How did we do? Did we survive? Did we lose this battle or did we survive to fight another day?

Anyone at all clearer on what Cheewin’s thesis is?

[executionersghost]

From @hexenjagd

From when she entered her space, the very moment in which she kneeled before her, she observed every step taken. Claire carefully kneeled, and bowed her head before the Witch Knight herself.

Helena's fingers twitched and flexed, knuckles curling inward. Her lips pressed thin in silent refusal and brow ever so slightly down turned.

Rather than stand before her, above her, beyond her as the parody of some untouchable monument-- slowly, and ever so thoughtfully she moved to kneel; sinking seamlessly to the ground with her. Both knees settled at once upon the very same dirt, and it was there that she remained rooted alongside her.

Her hands were ardent in action as they sought out the svelte shape of her chin and jaw hidden beneath her hair, seeking to rectify. Lengthy fingers curled beneath to prompt her with a tilt. Her thumb settled upon her chin as she guided her. Her touch firm, and wholly attentive.

Perhaps the only set of hands that had been laid on Claire in untold ages every moment born from consideration.

It is only when their gazes meet that she is truly satisfied, her hands remain-- holding her there.

Perhaps such actions could be mistaken for little more than covetous claiming had one not known otherwise and lacked the insight to fathom what any of this could have meant. The very thought of it would be betraying the her intent entirely.

Perhaps, deep down maybe there was the inkling something possessive. A seed in the center of her own malformed spirit; twisted by this newfound eternity. No. This was different.

This, this was much more in the way that one covets something dear, rather than the displayed desire to shamelessly own that which did not truly belong to her.

"Lift your head. I am not your lordship." Her command punctured the silence and it is a dulcet sound, wholly acknowledging.

"You have served time and again; followed me regardless of my dubious nature and I believe you without hesitation." There is no command now, no honey-sweet coiling in her words. It was a pure, honesty.

"There is little need for you to do that in my presence; you are so much more than a soldier. Your spirit is undeniable force-- it is an honor to serve along side you, Ser Knight. "

((this got long but yeah... Helena does not forget and it's not that she thinks that Claire thinks they're not on equal terms it's more along the lines that she thinks u are incredible Claire and that you are more than the just what you died as. Hope you enjoy))

For: @hexenjagd

Reverence.

She had bowed to others, yes, but the action had always been a conclusion to her favors. A gesture to show that her work had been completed. A simple, courteous thing she ought to do before she faded once again to ashes. I have lifted my blade for you, and my work here is done.

Yet this…for this peculiar Witch Knight, an equally peculiar force compelled her to kneel. This figure of death and ash and bone. This woman who had dared to reach into her world and pluck the very strings that held it together. How she looked upon the other so fondly. Captivated. Mystified. So much…

Reverence.

It was unexpected then; the rustle of fabric as soft as the breeze as Helena lowered herself to the ground in front of her. No. Alongside her. The cool flesh of her fingers then pressed upon her phantomized form and she let herself be guided. The experience of touch…how strange it had become. She had hardly remembered that it could be so soft.

Helena’s eyes had always been so uniquely beautiful and while the force of habit that ran in her very nature briefly fed the impulse to look away, this felt important. Asked for. And so she would willingly give, keeping her gaze steady, unwavering. Dare she think she could see her own adoration reflected there? She no longer breathed yet she could swear she was holding her breath.

Lift your head. I am not your Lordship.

She hung on to every word and all that was spoken to her settled into her very being. She no longer had a heart, but if that was true, then what currently swelled in her chest? What caused her hands to shake and her eyes to sting? What could possibly explain the single tear that rolled down her cheek?

“Thank you.” She said in her ever-lilting voice. “Thank you for reaching into this…in-between so that I may have someone to serve alongside. The honor is mine…a-as well.”

[babybirdi]

Realized my feelings of lackluster about finishing NaNo yesterday were because I was left unsatisfied with the story I wrote. Which happens! Because it’s a first draft!

Anyways, today I started rewriting the novel I’ve been working on for the last two years for the *checks docs folder* fourth time.

[aerial-aceing-it]

(@wingsofachampion) Hiya! How are you and Jazz? -Tropius

Jazzis short so theyhave been usingme as a stepladder . They nearlygot stuck in my mini fridge